My Poetic Dark Side
As darkness falls, strange and eerie things begin...
Maybe it's the alcohol consumption, for something happens to my writing pen
A flame of dark blue engulfs the pen in my shaking hand
Deja vu happens all over again and a picture frame falls from the night stand!
My head starts to spin and I close my eyes, hoping the dizziness will stop
The sin within becomes harder to disguise and down my cheek rolls a tear drop
A metamorphosis starts to take place and I see inside me, the raging energy
I feel the anguish, upon my face and emerging from obscurity comes my dark
poetry!
Like the color of hot blood, the ink becomes dark red
The sentences have begun to flood like written bloodshed!
Stanzas formulate and I concentrate on what I see in my mind's eye
My pen don't hesitate as I decapitate this poetic samurai!
I know I'm out to annihilate any foe that crosses my spiritual plane
The ink illuminates, setting this pad aglow and another poet is slain!
My writing pad catches fire as I commit the last barbaric homicide
The flames burn bright as sapphire distinguishing my poetic dark side...
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